And two unlovely things:
My room is a mess.
Writer’s block up the wazoo. Prompts, anyone?

I’ve been cleaning my room some (a noteworthy occasion) and in going through a box from this year found some fragments in a notebook. Since I haven’t written anything of note lately, here are some:

yes, I’ll write about you
if you let me hold your watch
to feel the cool textured metal
against my skin
and yes, I’ll let you see
if you tell me what you’re thinking
when you sit with that look on your face
so yes
I’ll write about you
if you let me borrow your pen
and yes, I’ll read it to you
if you let me peek in your head
and yes, I’ll write about you
if you let me see you
—
That one’s about a friend who’s always seemed kinda enigmatic. He’s a little quiet sometimes. Fun fact: he was sitting next to me in tutorial when I wrote that. Don’t think he noticed.
—
hey
would you let me
remember why
I felt that way?
it’d be hard
just to remember
so don’t worry that I’ll start feeling
again
—
No clue who that one’s about actually, besides presumably an ex, or at least ex-crush.
—
remember what the stars were like that night as seen through the steam rising up from the roofless shower post-beach as the water lent warmth to a chilled body… remember the feel of a hot shower no roof in the cold rain so the drops mixed and the towel was damp before it dried a single inch of skin…
—
That one is actually just about showering in the outdoor shower at my grandparents’ house on Cape Cod. No symbolism. Just showers.

Oh, also, I passed my road test! Hooray.

—

In which I attempt poetry:
this will be found: end your worries!
can we do that, really?
one ticket – no refunds
that’s no guarantee
but what a statement
end your worries
is it an order? a promise? merely a suggestion?
and which worries? all of them?
what about the ones I’m yet to have?
(keep this coupon)
ladies and gentlemen, lend me your ears!
this fine man exhorts us all to END OUR WORRIES!
yes, you heard it right here
end your worries (no refunds)

—

Not sure about it, really. I like parts, but I’m undecided about how well it all works, or if it’s really finished.

On Friday I visited my high school and had all kinds of fun, then I stayed for this thing called the Illuminarium, which is “a festival of lights” but is basically just a wonderful celebration of the crazy artsyness that is the school. I ran this interactive thing that someone else created for the first one, which was quite popular. I also got to see a bunch of other alumni who were home, which was nice, and all my friends who still go there. I got covered in glow-in-the-dark paint and ran around with glowsticks. Then instead of watching the movie I went for an epic ramble with two guys who were in my writing workshop last year, which was really fun. We walked to this ice cream place, only to get there five minutes after they closed. Quite the walk, but totally worth it even without any ice cream. Of course, I was wearing totally the wrong shoes and my feet got all blister-y, but still. Worth it.

Yesterday I spent five hours representing the camp I work at at our town’s “Discovery Day” street fair thing, painting kid’s faces. My friend who also works there was there, and we had a blast. She even painted a flower on my face. I murdered my knees, though. I was either standing, kneeling in a parking lot, or bent over all funny for the whole five hours, pretty much, and now I’m sore. But the kids loved all the facepaint (and the candy we had) and some of the parents even seemed interested in the brochures. Then in the evening I went to see Star Trek with my family. Sooo good! And it has Simon Pegg, who I love. With a fierce accent.

Today there was much driving around and grocery shopping with my mother, and I got a delicious cappuccino brownie out of it. So yummy. Oh so very yummy.

So, good weekend.

She’s going to be Robin.

I don’t know how intentional it is on their part, but I’m still hanging.

Ow.

and better than wine
if love has a hangover, that’s ages away
I’ve been collecting perfect moments each day

make sure you know
no matter how this will grow

sober, in the sunlight

I fell
who can I tell?
tell the world
tell them all
yes, I did fall

and do I care?
and really
it’s not where
you’re from
that matters so much
as where you’re going

don’t give a fuck
how you grew up

something set this
it’s too perfect for chance
it’s a story to tell

I’m in love
I’m love
you’re love
my love
oh
love